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He held up his hand to command silence after this, and then pointed out into the plain. "Can you see anything, Joses?" whispered Bart. "Not a sign of anything but dry buffler grass and sage-brush. No; it's of no use, Master Bart, I've only got four-mile eyes, and these Injun have got ten-mile eyes. Natur's made 'em so, and it's of no use to fight again it.
And he bought fine linen, and took him down, and wrapped him in the linen, and laid him in a sepulchre which was hewn out of a rock, and rolled a stone unto the door of the sepulchre. And Mary Magdalene and Mary the mother of Joses beheld where he was laid.
Just then the deep hoarse grunting roar came again from a hollow down beyond them, and directly after, as they all hurried forward, each man ready to fire at the first chance, they heard a shot, and directly after came in sight of Joses, with his double rifle to his shoulder taking aim at a monstrous bear that, apparently half disabled by his last shot, was drawing itself up on a great shelving block of stone, and open mouthed and with blood and slaver running from its glistening ivory fangs, was just turning upon him to make a dash and strike him down.
He caught Bart by the shoulder, and pointed to a tremendous slope, a quarter of a mile away, where, in the clear pure air, the lad could see a flock of about twenty sheep evidently watching them. "They're the shyest, artfullest things as ever was," whispered Joses. "Down softly, and let's back away; we must circumvent them, and get behind 'em for a shot."
Then the Senora Sevadra, who thinks herself elect of heaven for that office, gathers up the original sinners, the little Elijias, Lolas, Manuelitas, Joses, and Felipes, by dint of adjurations and sweets smuggled into small perspiring palms, to fit them for the Sacrament.
Jaggers threw up his head in that free, frank way of his. "What, Joses?" he said. "You're not short?" "Things aren't too flush with me, Mr. Jaggers," muttered the fat man. Jaggers stared out over the Downs. "If that Putnam horse was not to start it would be worth a monkey to you," he said, cold and casual. The other shot a swift and surreptitious glance at him. Jaggers had on his best pulpit air.
Joses, always something of a sportsman, came out of himself in his own despite. He hurried down a bridle-path toward the line of the hunt. Before him, some fields away, he saw hounds toppling over a hedge like a breaker curling before it fell. There followed in line horsemen and horsewomen, singly, straggling, and in groups. Joses stayed and watched them sweep by some distance from him.
The failure of the Beaver and his follower to put in an appearance made Bart's heart sink down like lead, while Joses turned to him with a dull look of misery in his eye. "It's bad, Master Bart," he said; "it's very bad.
Then came a very unpleasant episode, one which Bart hid from the Doctor, for he would not trouble him with bad news upon a night like that; but all the same it caused the lad intense annoyance, and he went off to where Joses was smoking his cigarito and staring at the stars. "Tipsy! drunk!" he exclaimed. "What! Sam and Juan? Where could they get the stuff?"
One morning, therefore, found Joses established on the hill before the horse and his two attendants had arrived. He had no desire to be seen. He squirmed his way with many pants through the gorse to the edge of the gallop, adjusted his glasses, and watched the little group of three ascend the brow half a mile away.
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